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...fall is a labyrinth, gashed by echoing crevasses where a cathedral spire might be lost, crisscrossed by sharp seracs (ice towers) that no man can scale. In the deepest ice corridors, the air is foul and weakening; often as the climbers moved, ice blocks the size of houses vanished into chasms that yawned at their feet. Always, there was snow...
Wrong & Evil. Awaiting trial, Chief Panther Werner wrote to a friend: "I can stand up to what I did. I shall not waver . . . I thought too much and got caught in the labyrinth . . . I can see today that what has happened was wrong and evil. We lived in tragic madness and believed the world to be essentially evil. Today I know this to be an oversimplification...
...mood than the other. Others concocted stories about being the personal guest of Mr. Cummings. Two or three climbed the fire escapes only to find all doors firmly fastened. One enterprising young man and his date gained entrance to the basement of Memorial Hall, worked his way through a labyrinth of corridors, and finally came to a dead end when a door on the main floor wouldn't yield to his jackknife. It would seem that such acts of faith on the part of those interested in the Charles Eliot Norton Lectures would merit the attention of those in charge...
...started its practice run. Brakeman Fritz Stöckli gave a final shove, then hopped on behind his white-sweatered crew: Driver Endrich, Crewmen Aby Gartmann and René Heiland. Runners rattling on the icy course, the sled hit a 50 m.p.h. clip as Endrich steered through the tricky "labyrinth"-a series of 16 intricate curves. Pounding into the Bavarian Curve, a 180° turn with a 15-foot sheer wall of ice where Sweden's Rudolph Odenrich was killed two years ago, Endrich steered the sled toward the rim for maximum speed...
...great salt mountain of Zipaquira, 31 miles north of Bogotá, has been mined for 400 years and still looks good for 1,000 more. On working days, the mine is a clangorous labyrinth where dynamite blasts are fired, power shovels snort, trucks rumble along black,*glittering galleries as high as five-story houses. This week the mine was silent as the miners observed the holidays. But on Christmas Eve, they would troop back to the hillside entrances with their families, and plod 2,600 ft. down into the mountain. There, for the first time, they were to hear Father...